428 Quotes by T.J. Klune

Sam Haversford. You had a crush on him.

You’re not broken.” He said, “You don’t know that.” I said, “I do. You’re alive. If you can take another breath, if you can take another step, then you’re not broken. Battered, maybe. Bruised. Cracked. But never broken.

Roses surrounded the raven, thorns wrapping around its talons. Runes and archaic symbols stretched along my forearms: Romanian, Sumerian, Gaelic. An amalgamation of all those who had come before me. Marks of alchemy, of fire and water, of silver and wind. They had been carved into me by my father over a period of years, the raven being the last. All except for the one on my chest above my heart. That’d been mine. My choice. It wasn’t magic, but it’d been for me.

I waved back just as hard, because when a half-giant expends that much energy in a greeting, it means you are loved.

You can’t hide your head in the sand without expecting your ass to get burned.